huh… Kevin swears I had to have had one before…. This is the first gray facial hair I’ve noticed though – so therefore it may as well be, at least ceremonially, the first.

He’s really defiant too.. Which supports my theory that he is indeed the first… Brash little fucker had to make a big entrance – giving the doorman hell, screaming at the top of his lungs so the rest of the beard would hear him… “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M NOT ON THE FUCKING GUEST LIST… DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?!?!”

We know. He’s middle-age… And no he’s not invited… He’s inevitable…. And the more I become endeared to the 20-somethings I work with – the more sensitized I’ve become to such concepts.

Here I am anthropomorphizing a frigging hair.

At least I’m not blogging.